The landscape zoomed past, a blur of various shades of green atop brown, budding trees regrowing their leaves. I realized with a jolt that today would perhaps be the last time I’d witness the coming of a Pennsylvania spring. How much had changed on this land, and how much hadn’t, since I entered the hospital? How much would change, and how much would not, after I left it? I pinched the inside of my wrist to distract myself from the poisonous line of thinking. Mermaids refused regret.
